sea side nights |
Under hanging lights which scar the eyes
and dull the sences,
you came to me, drink in hand with line after line
rolling through your oddly shaped head.
My hair was frizzed and tangled,
while y...
Posted by lace(larce) on Sat, 10 May 2008 09:57:00 PST |
petal soft piano keys |
With half hearted tries
and nimble fingers crossed maybe the flowers won't wilt away today, and
survive your stormy eyes.
Grey and pink hands grasp a cigarette, tightly held between stubby fingernail...
Posted by lace(larce) on Sat, 10 May 2008 08:44:00 PST |
coffee stains |
Lost in time, lost in space.
I've spilled coffee all over my blue jeans, and now it's dripping down the wall.
Your eyes follow closely behing, watching each dripp go.
I'm sorry I'm lost above the clou...
Posted by lace(larce) on Sat, 10 May 2008 08:36:00 PST |
back pocket stories |
Give me a beat, and i'll show you rhyme,
souls into lyrics, lyrics into songs.
Its been a long time since i've been back
and with one experssion, i know i'm in the wrong place.
Wrong place, wrong time...
Posted by lace(larce) on Sat, 10 May 2008 08:22:00 PST |
the vanishing space |
With mouths swollen shut, not many words leak out into the air
the brains flood gates become paralized
not quiet opne, not quiet closed
the air becomes stale with old ideas
thoughts once brilliant, no...
Posted by lace(larce) on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 12:58:00 PST |
morning stars |
the morning stars fell into your eyes
dull, and un-lit; all that sparkled is gone
they brought down heaven with thier descent, and there is now a creamy echo
in you; re verberating and stumbling...
Posted by lace(larce) on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 05:24:00 PST |
The canyon |
Wind whipping through out the state
leaves kicking up after my heels hit the pavement
it's only a days worth of walking, down into the canyon
purple clouds ready to burst, the heat beating down
...
Posted by lace(larce) on Sun, 02 Mar 2008 08:03:00 PST |
car rides home |
on four
rolling tires
words spoken cut to the core, the center of being
words spoken spit upon the flame, leaving a damp soul to dry
mouths form shapes, that shape our preceptions
of trival thin...
Posted by lace(larce) on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 11:35:00 PST |
jam packed rooms |
in a room fillled with the past
and faces pasted on the foamy green walls.
in a room filled with cat hair, and light beams hitting glassy eyes.
in a room filled with beds; a bed for the pea princ...
Posted by lace(larce) on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 09:07:00 PST |
shady grass... |
so slap me silly and call me sally, sing me a song of bees and sunshine. where grass grows tall, and daisy whisper a sweet farewell. rolling in with thunder comes dancing electric light over our green...
Posted by lace(larce) on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 03:37:00 PST |
